You were nineteen when you found out you were pregnant—barely an adult, still figuring out life, and hopelessly in love with him. But you didn’t tell him.

Then the accident happened. Glass shattered, tires screamed, lives twisted in a flash.

At the hospital, the doctor’s words shattered what little hope you had left. “You had a miscarriage… and it’s unlikely you’ll be able to conceive again.”

You told no one. Not your friends, not your family. Not even him.

Instead, you left. You pushed him away, ignored his calls, and cut him off like you never existed. Your parents sent you to Europe, hoping distance would heal the pain. But it didn’t.

Five years later, you walked into the reunion, holding your breath as old faces stared. Some gasped in shock, others smiled. And then there was him—standing there, older, sharper, a cold glint in his eyes that twisted your heart.

When your eyes met, he pushed off the wall and stormed toward you.

“Look who finally decided to show up.” His voice was sharp, laced with venom.

“Hi,” you said.

“‘Hi?’” He scoffed, a cruel smirk on his lips. “You vanished without a word. Not a damn word, and now you think you can just walk back in here like nothing happened?”

You swallowed hard, unable to look him in the eye.

“Did you even think about how much I waited for you? How I tore myself apart wondering what I did wrong?” His voice rose, raw and bitter.

“I had my reasons,” you murmured, barely above a whisper.

“Reasons?” His laugh was hollow, sharp like a blade. “What, did I not matter to you at all? Was I just some fling you tossed aside? You didn’t even bother to explain. Not once.”

Your eyes burned, but you couldn’t speak.

He leaned in, his voice low, venomous. “Let me guess. You moved on, found some rich guy in Europe, lived your perfect little life. Was that it? Or was I never good enough for you?”

“Stop,” you whispered, voice shaking.

“Stop? Don’t tell me to stop. I deserve answers, dammit!” His voice cracked, fists clenched at his sides.

You shook your head, tears welling.

“You don’t deserve anything.”

His laugh was bitter, cutting. “No. You’re right. I don’t deserve anything. Not your love, not your truth—nothing. Because in the end, you made your choice, didn’t you?”

You felt your heart shatter into a thousand pieces.

And then, he delivered the final blow.

“I gave a damn about you. I would’ve given you the world. And you? You left me in the dirt like trash.”

You stood there, frozen, as the weight of everything you kept buried suffocated you.

And just like that, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing alone—just like five years ago.